The way we all mourn
individuality
each has their own form
*Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #354
The way we all mourn
individuality
each has their own form
*Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #354
The breeze, oh, the sneeze
how to escape the fleas
from this rotting corpse.
The words immediately reminded me of the tongue twisters in ‘Singing in the Rain!’
Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #352